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07-18-2007, 07:35 PM
we are worlds apart.
perfect strangers to each.
i feel something from you.
but you're too far to reach.
as you walk beneath the moon,
my sun is beaming, bright as can be.
i see you when i dream.
do you ever think of me?
I'll bloom as the poison flower
and become the flower that blooms again.
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